There was a girl in forest green
who wintered on the scene
along the open shore
before we felt
the closing of the dream

And all I knew, we loved her
and she in turn held us there
in places blue with clover
and dark and wounded stares

The mist lay low
like a whisp of snow
until the dawn
yet we didn't know

She left a littered trail
from her quick betrayal
and I nodded slowly dying
as dewdrops clung
to memory stale